It was the beginning of the end for Gabe Michaels... -- Ice Comp

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Date Posted: 11:31:38 07/04/01 Wed
Author: Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels
Subject: It was the beginning of the end for Gabe Michaels...
In reply to: Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels 's message, "An eerie teal glow..." on 18:22:03 06/27/01 Wed

..or so he thought. He threw up his arms defensively as the door swung wide. Then...nothing. Realizing that cowering was not the ideal pose for a twice-decorated lieutenant, Gabe slowly moved his arms down.

Steam curled before him as the doors remained open. Waving it aside, he got a clearer view; inside the cylinder were many cables, hanging loosely with strange ends. The interior of the cylinder contained a giant human-shaped groove, only the size and proportions were far too large to have been meant for a human. Whatever this technological iron maiden was meant for, Gabe wanted no part of it. He turned on his heel and bolted for the opening. Suddenly, something snagged his foot and he fell forward.

"OOoof!! No! n-Nooo!" Gabe gaped in horror at the cable wrapped around his leg like some obscene technological tendril. It gripped his calf tightly as it dragged him back to its point of origin, the giant cylinder at the head of the room. Panicking, Gabe reached for his trusty blaster, which in the last month saved his life more times than once not in combat, but by heating bits of wreckage to keep him warm. He realized with despair that that same blaster must be some indeterminable distance above on the surface, near his makeshift campsite.

Gabe kicked at the tendril to no avail, looking about the room for something, anything to use as a weapon. The shadowy figures obscured by the frosted glass of their respective cylinders seemed to mock him as they floated in some kind of fluid. Gabe flipped onto his stomach again and clawed at the icy ground, the tips of his already worn gloves disintegrating under the friction as his fingertips next began to wear and bloody. Then he saw it; a metal rod lying about five feet from him under one of the room's benches. He rolled toward it, still being pulled but now at an angle. His pendulum maneuver worked, within seconds his red fingertips found their way around the rod. Were they not already numb the intense cold of the metal would have removed any flesh the floor already had taken care of. But enough material still covered his palms to get a good grip, and he swung now at the cable furiously, not even making a dent. He was now less than a yard from his undesired destination. Defeated, Michaels tossed the bar to the side, where it shattered one of the cylinders! He had just enough time to see the decomposed, skeletal figure within the container labeled "Orangatron" collapse in a heap before the fluid within washed over him, obscuring his vision in a teal haze.

Perhaps Gabriel Michael's initial instinct was not that far off the mark after all...

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He would have screamed... -- Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels, 19:26:55 07/06/01 Fri
- It didn't make sense... -- Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels, 18:19:45 07/10/01 Tue